In front of the airport, yellow taxis and green buses lined up, waiting for passengers.
As Leo extended his hand, a taxi swerved in and stopped abruptly in front of him.
“Hi, Judd at your service,” a young black man with thick lips greeted Leo cheerfully from the car.
Leo smiled, opened the door, and settled into the back seat.
The taxi immediately merged into the traffic.
Judd whistled and said with a grin, “Welcome to Las Vegas, my friend. This is a paradise for men and gamblers.”
“Thanks. Which hotel here is the most comfortable?” Leo asked.
“In Las Vegas, the more money you have, the better the service you get.”
“If you’ve got enough cash, I recommend The MGM Grand. It’s luxurious, full of beautiful women, and you can indulge in gambling to your heart’s content,” Judd laughed.
“Alright, let’s go there,” Leo replied with a smile.
For Leo now, money was no issue.
“Hold on tight, it’s time for a wild ride.” Judd whistled again, and the car accelerated like a wild horse on the airport highway.
Cars were overtaken one after another as if there were no obstacles.
Leo quickly said, “Hey, buddy, slow down. I’m not in a hurry.”
“Relax, my friend. You come to Las Vegas to go crazy, right? Hahaha…” Judd laughed loudly without slowing down.
Leo had no choice but to accept it; this place was indeed wild.
After more than ten minutes, the taxi entered the city.
Exotic buildings came into view.
Everywhere he looked, there were young women dressed provocatively, almost flaunting themselves in bikinis.
Judd’s car slowed down, and he occasionally whistled at the women outside.
The women struck various seductive poses and winked at the taxi.
“Here we are, The MGM Grand,” Judd pointed out.
Following Judd’s direction, Leo saw the golden twin towers of The MGM Grand, magnificent and splendid, truly the king of Las Vegas hotels.
“A standard room costs four hundred dollars a night. Enjoy your stay while mourning for your wallet,” Judd joked.
“As long as it’s worth it,” Leo shrugged indifferently.
The taxi came to a sudden stop in front of The MGM Grand.
“That’ll be twenty dollars,” Judd turned around.
Leo handed him a fifty-dollar bill. “Keep the change.”
“Generous man! May you be blessed with wealth and beautiful women,” Judd exclaimed happily.
“Thanks,” Leo replied as he walked towards the hotel.
At the entrance, a young attendant quickly approached. “Good day, sir. How may I assist you?”
A ten-dollar bill appeared between Leo’s fingers. The attendant swiftly pocketed it and smiled even more warmly. “Such generosity! What kind of room would you like?”
“A presidential suite,” Leo said proudly.
The attendant’s face lit up as if he had seen a deity. “Right this way. We have the most luxurious presidential suite in Las Vegas at two thousand dollars a night. I’m sure you’ll be very satisfied.”
Behind the reception desk were four bunny girls.
“Sir, do you have a credit card? We need to register you,” one of them asked politely while subtly assessing Leo’s wealth.
Leo presented his Dubai Royal Elite Diamond MasterCard given by the Vampire Duke.
Seeing the card, the bunny girl’s face brightened. “Certainly, sir. Room 608.”
For wealthy guests, Las Vegas always offers exceptional service.
Five minutes later, Leo was in his luxurious presidential suite.
The room was opulent, even featuring an artificial fountain and a small tropical forest, exuding a romantic and noble atmosphere.
“Are you satisfied, sir?” the attendant asked with a fawning smile.
“Not bad. This is for you.” Another twenty-dollar bill appeared between Leo’s fingers like magic.
“Thank you so much. May you be blessed with fortune in Las Vegas,” the attendant praised enthusiastically while swiftly pocketing the bill.
“What’s the most famous casino here?” Leo suddenly asked.
“El Dorado Casino, Victory Palace, Volcano Bay Resort. Of course, our hotel’s gambling facilities are top-notch as well,” the attendant answered fluently.
“Alright, thank you. You may go now.” Another ten-dollar bill slipped from Leo’s fingers.
The attendant skillfully caught it and bowed slightly. “It’s been an honor to serve you. Goodbye.”
He disappeared within ten seconds.
Leo slept until four in the afternoon, waking up refreshed from his journey’s fatigue.
He picked up the phone by his bedside.
“Front desk, how may I assist you?” came a sweet voice from the other end.
“This is room 608. I need some food. Bring me a bottle of Hennessy Cognac XO, some Dutch cheese, two sandwiches, and two fried eggs,” Leo ordered.
“Certainly. Please wait fifteen minutes for our service,” the sweet voice replied even more sweetly.
“Thank you.” Leo hung up and put on a soft and comfortable robe, sitting quietly on the sofa to wait.
Fourteen minutes later, the doorbell rang.
“Come in,” Leo called out loudly.
A middle-aged white man in a neat tailcoat and spotless white gloves entered gracefully with a tray in his left hand.
“Sir, here is your food and drink. It’s an honor to serve you,” he said with a slight nod while keeping the tray steady, clearly well-trained.
Leo pointed to the dining table. The man understood and placed the tray down before skillfully preparing everything.
After setting up a wine glass, he presented the Hennessy to Leo. “Sir, please.”
This was an invitation for Leo to inspect the seal to ensure its authenticity-a common practice for such expensive items like Hennessy XO Cognac, which cost thousands of dollars per bottle.
Leo nodded. The man opened the bottle carefully and poured half a glass for him.
Then he sliced the Dutch cheese into thin pieces with precision before stopping his work.